We all get older. And with that, our memories tend to fail.
Well, I am here to tell you…. the same thing happens with computers, man.
Were you here looking for me the last couple of days? Because if you DID come here, you were probably staring at the middle of a great big empty.
Sometime around midnight Wednesday, our creaky old server finally bought the farm. Yes, that’s right: to paraphrase my beloved Monty Python (with obvious apologies), it’s passed on! This server is no more! It has ceased to be! It’s expired and gone to meet its maker! It’s a stiff! Bereft of life, it rests in peace! Its mechanical processes are now history! It’s off the twig! It’s kicked the bucket! It’s shuffled off its mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin’ choir invisible!! THIS IS AN EX-SERVER!!
So, yeah. The thing died. And with it, so did all our blogs and websites, and our email server.
I found it early Thursday morning, and let BDH know. Now BDH is brilliant with computers, really brilliant. He can fix almost anything that breaks around here, computer-wise, and as you know, computers are our main source of entertainment; hence, he has earned the nickname Big Damn Hero. So, a quick diagnosis on his part determined the memory in the machine had finally died, and it was expensive, and we were NOT going to pay to replace it in such an old machine.
But that left us with the dilemma of what to do to get our virtual life back up and running again.
Last night, we proceeded to take bits and pieces out of the server, and tried to McGyver them on to BDH’s existing machine. Now, that thing is already resembling a house that had too many renos done on it — it once was a cute little cottage, then we added a sunroom, then we added an extra bathroom, then a second storey, then….
But the computer was having NONE OF IT.
So BDH got more frustrated and more determined. He began copying files from the two main drives we had salvaged from the server onto his computer’s hard drive. And when I went to bed last night sometime around 11, he was still at it.
I woke up this morning at 6:15, showered, got the baby up… and while I was getting Stinkerbelle up, BDH appeared at the door of her room.
He told me she Stinkerbelle had been up around 3:30 for a bottle and a diaper change. Which was convenient, because he was just going to bed at that time.
He’d been up half the night, but he had gotten our blogs back up and running. This was no mean feat, I can tell you. AND he upgraded this one while he was at it.
So we still have no email server, and we will probably just let that go. It’s too much of a hassle. We haven’t decided for sure yet, so if you are looking to reach me by email, you can use my gmail address (which is, of course, cinnamonopus) for the time being.
And every time you visit here, be sure to give a mental “Huzzah!” to BDH and his technical wizardry. He really IS our Big Damn Hero.